She said there was no smoke detector upstairs. The one downstairs, where her mother was sleeping, didn’t work.
As she screamed for help outside, Slater and Stroud were already en route to the burning house, where they could see 9-year-old Ah’Dariya’s face pressed against a second-story window.
“We begged her to jump, but she wouldn’t,” Slater said.
By then the smoke had enveloped the modest duplex.
“It was big. It was powerful. No one could beat it,” Slater said.
Glass thinks about the fire every day. She’s tried to make sense of the tragedy.
“It’s God’s work, it’s hard to say that, but it’s God’s work,” she said. “You can’t question that.”
She has strong memories of each deceased child, like Ah’Dariya’s sweet smile and 8-month-old Deon’s playful smirk. Dar’shawn, 7, was “momma’s little man,” Glass recalled. Three-year-old Armoni, “her protector.”
She tells their brother his siblings are with God, “in a better place.”
“They left me with you and you with me to go on in this world,” Glass said.